By the end of 8th grade I already had known exactly where I was going to High school. Foothill Technology High School. Now, by this time, my more or less, infamous older brother had graduated. Although there had been a bounty of horror stories of how the administration was challenged by us Castros, I really wasn't deterred with these stories. Sure it sucked to be stuck with a notorious name but I love my brother and I know that I will do differently and make a name for myself in a very positive manner. I don't plan on making the Administration dislike me and hopefully will not let my love of freedom of speech get the better of me.

The next year I was the freshman brother and my sister would be in junior year. By now, my sister and I had already grown to be much closer than before so to go to the same school for once, seemed like a hoot. So there was little to no discussion about going anywhere else. That was okay though. Foothill was the best choice and there was no doubt about. Honestly though, going to school with my sister has been really fun so far.


Only discussions about excitement of going to High school were dealt throughout the rest of summer and I was happy. I'm glad Max got into the lottery all those years ago and I am very happy to be here at Foothill Technology High school.